Nairaland,
Our e-home, our e-own, our e-fatherland
From 2005 when Lord Osewa baked thee
This year you clocked a dozen less three
We prided ourselves loud, bold, strong and fun
To query, cry or cheer we had no where to run

Dearest Nairaland, darling Nairaland
Who torched you with their wooden heart and leprous hand?
Who displaced a million five from a hearty land?
Who took our e-life, sneered and down the gorge?
For a million grands, a zillion thanks or some nillion grudge?
Who leveled a ridge, bombed a bridge and laid a siege?
But this is not an epithet or some sonorous dirge!

When the sun smiled a second time
There were no lines or explicit rhyme
Hours like the school bus we could not breathe thee
We went Twitter, Facebook, all others and LIB
And soon Dr Seun pronounced thee dead!
Guaranteed resurrection fire-lethal Gen Osewa said

Hanging by that tiny thread of hope and trust
We waited, trusted and did nothing less
Like in birth we saw our baby kick and thrust
Nairaland is born again and yes!

We mourned the e-wars, the e-loves, but absence sucks
We lost data, alternate handles and darling 'likes'
Like in war, we lost
Property intellectual, friends great, foes dear and businesses dire.

Like in war, we lost
Like in love, we lost
We'd rather not the first
For in truth our land is rebuilt


(Work in progress)